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Because And Yet (Poem)
because I still do not know these things
how I exist at all
(I die every so often or each moment, take your pick)
how communication works
(I can speak face to face but otherwise am lost)
how to move about
(I am gawkily awkward as if I’m always in a strange land)
and yet a friend will text at 2:55 am
with a reminder that I’m thought of
my presence wanted in some other place
so I make a playlist to send in my stead
and sit here in amazement
I’ll always be startled by evidence of love
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Tea and Moon (Poem)
on the surface of the tea, a moon
tilt the cup, pour it into your hand
gently gently hold it there
resting in silent contemplation
fold it into your heart
it has always been there
shining unseen on a hidden shelf
behind the little stones we gather
to throw in all directions but mostly back at ourselves
not realizing these conceal such light
don’t forget to finish the tea
wash the cup and put it away
who knows what the next time will bring
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Home Remains (Poem)
the house burned and walls fell
he and his friends rebuilt it
sweating under the hot summer sun
drinking bottles of cold beer
smoking cigarettes and telling tales
they joked the house would die again
wagered it would be by flood
placing a few bets no one would recover
then vanished after the project was done
their words proved true one hurricane season
the road and land itself were gone
but to this day in the tail of August
the scent of salt, beer, and smoke
and the murmur of laughing conversation
bring me back home and remind me
that houses are not meant to last
